What if I liked You? (Poem)

Suppose I’ve liked you as a secret;From the first time I met you,A gasp within that retreated intoThe cadence below the skinIn veins,In my blood moving with urgencyEach time I saw or thought about you.

Never telling you but seeing you –As you were,Queen,Tall and graceful,Enchanting yet formidable,Close enough for meaningless jokes,From afar, a painting on a gallery wall –Mysterious and beautiful at the same time.

What if you grew in meThoughts, high as mivule treesOf you,A woman from a different worldMaybe having thoughts of meThat went deep as roots into the ground.

But the thoughtsBlock my sight from logical views.You’re simply another friendI’ve fancied fancying me,And your thoughts of me are asEmpty as husks of the ground nutsI chew while entertaining this daydream.

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Joel B Ntwatwa

“God doesn’t need a lawyer,” he said, “Your job is to be honest.” I need these reminders more than anyone. That which is hidden is empowered. So bring it to light. Face your shortcomings. Sing about your deepest fears. Don’t pull punches. Swing as hard as you can. You’re not alone. - Switchfoot